This is a song about "Broke nigh"

If skill was wealth you'd be broke

When i'm on it, on it like my job

The day bill gates go broke is the day we broke

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

On top of that, i’m broke

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

When the end is nigh, forget about credibility,

And broke multiple laws

Best be prepared for the outlaws

I fucking hate this job

Life's too short to not go for broke

Girl, you're fixing to get your heart broke

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

And maybe i am but

We dated, we broke up